My mom never liked my wife

about overheard phone calls, late nights when Emma thought no one was listening.

One letter from a year ago makes my blood run cold.

“Matthew, I don’t know how to tell you this. I’m not well. Something isn’t right. I feel dizzy sometimes. I’m forgetting things. I think Emma knows. She brought me tea the other day, and I swear it smelled off. I poured continue reading …